I've imagined you showing up at my door, flowers in your hand and an awkward smile on your lips. As soon as I open the door, you start to speak, but I drag you inside by your lapels, pull you down, and kiss you. Deep. Warm. Hungry. ** The front door closes behind you, the flowers fall to the floor of my hallway and scatter like snowflakes. And then you kiss me back. One hand in my hair. One on my waist. We pull off each other's clothes, moving towards my bedroom, still kissing. Eager. Desperate. Moaning against each other's lips until we fall onto my bed, still half-dressed. No words; just touch and need and the feel of skin against skin. ** I slide one hand into your hair and kiss you deeply, as the other caresses your chest under your unbuttoned shirt. My fingers skating over your abdomen. My palm pressing against the growing hardness beneath those expensive trousers. The sound of your groan as I unzip you and wrap my hand around your cock. ** The sound of fabric tearing as you rip off my lace panties; my moans as your fingers slip through my wet heat. My hips lifting to meet them, until you press them into me. Making me ready for you. ** You'll hear me whisper in your ear: take me. Fuck me. Claim me. Ruin me. Make me yours. ** My fingers dig into your shoulders, my nails leaving scratches on your back as you take me. Driving into me hard, deep, relentless. I come on your cock once, twice, a third time, as you fuck me into the bed. Your fingers twist in my hair, and you groan my name as pleasure washes over us both. I beg for you to fill me, to give me everything you can. Everything you are. ** You come hard, thrusting your cock deep inside me as your hot cum fills my hungry cunt. My pussy tightens around you, milking you, drawing out every drop of your desire as I gasp your name...